alias was Morph cuz she was never true to form and
always outta line.
motto was 'fuck the box',
it binds.
i walk backwards into time and move forward on rewind.
i.like.my.art .abstract.
Kadinsky:Ordered Compression.
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Music: vernacular of the soul

Wednesday, December 19, 2007

apparentlyi am not enough for himall 5 feet ten inches and a half of meyesthat 'just woke up in the morning spine aint yet compressed from the long day'5 feet 10 and a half inchesall 180 pounds185 on a bad weekallsass and classand brass.....ballstho invisible they may bei am not enough for himthat quick wittedsharp tonguedsarcastic woman that is methat gutteral laugh from deep withinthat sometimes masks insecuritiesbecause i am not enoughno frilly dressesno designer jeansall i have to offer is meandsometimes it just takes a little to convince myself that maybehe isn't enough for me

I really need to step my workout game upstart eating cleanput in 100%

It's sad but i can't do a proper pushup to save my damn life.Thinking bout saving up so i can get a personal trainer for a few months. probably just 2 or threeI'll take it from there

I really eat like shitYall heard of the freshmen 15. I had to be special and put on the freshman 30still working my way back

I'm making a concerted effort to be more friendlyeven smile every once in a whileThat shyness shit stopped being cute after the fifth grade so i count to 10 and just do it

I get to rambling sometimes. for sure will start shaking and sweating but atleast i womanned up and did it

Public speaking is not really my thing but i will get to dancing like im audition for Flashdance 2I didn't go to the salsa class Saturday like i was supposed to. heard it was hot.

Speaking of hot, I get hot real easilyso while everybody is walking round with their gloves and scarf. I'm good wit my hoodie or t shirt and open jacket.What folk need to do is stop lookin at me like i'm crazy or worseI hate when they act like i done lost leave of my sensesYou see me walkin with the hoodieMy jacket is tucked into the strap of my bagMy teeth aint shatteringHow in the hell u gon ask me if i wanna borrow ur jacket. Do you think i'm so stupid i couldnt figure outcold + jacket handy = I can dress my fuckin selfor people who tell me to zip upWhy in the hell are you worried?

You know what i'm really afraid of?Not living up to my potential

That and drowningburning to deathcoming across a serial killerthe state of the worldgetting to them pearly gates and God is like "sorry. ur name ain't on the list"That'd be some messed up shit

You know what i can't stand?females with no stretchmarks no damn whereu no stretchmark having motherfucker. get out my face.

I.M.PERFECT

i've always maintained that ive been insane since before i even descended upon this terrestrial plane.
barreling head first from that celestial plane.
sinister grin on my face as i made my way to life's rugged terrain, cuz i was a thrill seeker.
before I
even knew my own name.
never heard of someone growing more sane, so everyday i know i grow more deranged.
condition?
rapidly deterioratiating like a case of alzheimers to the brain.
'don't know my own name' be my constant refrain like im in limbo.
and tho im nimble, tired of bending over backwards under that friggin stick, then under the knife
cuz anyway u slice it folk say i just aint right and that must be the reason i'm always left behind.
or maybe i'm just evolutionary theory come to life.
unsuspend you from that Matrix,
bring u forth into the light.
inverse then reverse it so it's
night of the living dead turned to life dying of the day from day of the dying life.
they say true genius is insanity.
so i say fuck normality.
take my art to bed,
make love to the the lune in me.
embrace the demented,
get off to the moon in me.
flash the maniac
and
dance to the tune in me.